[ Wednesday, December 04, 2002 ]
another ramble. don't stick mints up your anus. i didn't . and look at me! turned out fine. altoids, deltoids, cryogenics. its all the same ball game. hank wore a leather mitt, do you? screaming white leather comes at your teeth at 87 and 2/3 miles per hour, don't blink, don't dance. take a bite. spit it out. take their rules... you spray paint graffitti on everybody's wall. you think that's bitchin' man? that ain't nothing at all.but it could be nice, all the same. gold krylon comes my way. graff tags ahoy. shine in the night, bring some glow to fucked up grey crack heroin city. enough of passing by people negotiating three dollar coke deals on the way to work. don't touch my jacket. no, i will not buy your two dollar camera. fuck off. die already. when one gives up on life but refuses to die, what then? the teeth grow razor sharp, even as they fall rotten from the jaw, hunger takes on a new identity, hunger for something more than flesh, less than spirit. and your eyes lean screaming back into your head.
Escaper [12/04/2002 04:43:00 PM]
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